[Evil Tink]

Solomon raised his arm a bit to peer at Holden with his pale eyes. After a moment he covered his eyes again with a sigh. "I'm fine." his voice was almost a whisper, not from exhaustion, but from laziness to speak in a normal tone. This was easier...okay..maybe it was from his exhaustion but he wouldn't believe it. "It's not from me needing to feed." He spoke a bit louder now, removing his hand as he looked at Holden again. He sat up, running his hand through his hair with a stressed sigh. "My mind is just tired, yet I can't stop thinking long enough to rest."